Internal Cumshot
In fact though, she didn't lead me to the parking lot. Instead, she led me to the back and between the garbage dumpsters. She pushed me against the wall and stepped back. My eyes were wide when I saw her lift her skirt and shrug off her panties. She handed them to me, telling me "I don't want internal cumshot to get."
I was resolving that comment mentally when she squatted down and began working my fly. My cock sprang out when she pulled down my own shorts, and she grabbed it with a moist hand. "Just promise me One Thing," she said, looking up at me.
"What's creampie?" I wondered.
"Promise me you'll give me internal cumshot afterward."
I felt a wave of nausea, remembering her snarled teeth and frying pan face. But I was standing there about to get blown (I guessed), and her hand was already on my pecker. I hate myself for being weak, but I agreed.
It was well worth it. Her mouth was like velvet... velvet with suction. Her tongue was facile and knowing, rubbing that spot right under my dickhead. It was the most amazing blowjob I'd ever gotten. There were no games involved: she was blowing me so that I would creampie, and we both knew it. There was none of this "take me to the edge and back me down" crap: I was gonna empty my nuts as quickly as possible.
The best part was that a few seconds into it, she asked me to make good on my comment to "stroke a neck while getting head". Now I could feel her mouth and tongue and throat vibrate when I brushed my fingers over her sharp bristles. Both of us found the idea of internal cumshot extremely arousing.
I am unashamed to admit I came in about three minutes. Yes, she was that damn good. She made some sort of moaning noise, but kept her tongue stroking that spot with her lips wrapped around me. Her fingers milked my bone, urging me to empty all my cum from my dick. Not a drop escaped those chapped lips of hers.
I fell back and leaned on the wall of the restaurant, overcome not so much by the foul odor of the dumpsters as by the strength of my release. I didn't realize I had needed to cum internal cumshot so much until it was over and I was reeling.
I was resolving that comment mentally when she squatted down and began working my fly. My cock sprang out when she pulled down my own shorts, and she grabbed it with a moist hand. "Just promise me One Thing," she said, looking up at me.
"What's creampie?" I wondered.
"Promise me you'll give me internal cumshot afterward."
I felt a wave of nausea, remembering her snarled teeth and frying pan face. But I was standing there about to get blown (I guessed), and her hand was already on my pecker. I hate myself for being weak, but I agreed.
It was well worth it. Her mouth was like velvet... velvet with suction. Her tongue was facile and knowing, rubbing that spot right under my dickhead. It was the most amazing blowjob I'd ever gotten. There were no games involved: she was blowing me so that I would creampie, and we both knew it. There was none of this "take me to the edge and back me down" crap: I was gonna empty my nuts as quickly as possible.
The best part was that a few seconds into it, she asked me to make good on my comment to "stroke a neck while getting head". Now I could feel her mouth and tongue and throat vibrate when I brushed my fingers over her sharp bristles. Both of us found the idea of internal cumshot extremely arousing.
I am unashamed to admit I came in about three minutes. Yes, she was that damn good. She made some sort of moaning noise, but kept her tongue stroking that spot with her lips wrapped around me. Her fingers milked my bone, urging me to empty all my cum from my dick. Not a drop escaped those chapped lips of hers.
I fell back and leaned on the wall of the restaurant, overcome not so much by the foul odor of the dumpsters as by the strength of my release. I didn't realize I had needed to cum internal cumshot so much until it was over and I was reeling.
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